Mystique is dead, last year was bad I let myself get sucked in by arithmetic Felt great to strip, new waist to hip I hate to admit just how much I paid for it Did I cry myself to sleep about that? Cheat about that? Rot teeth about that? Did I sweat hours a week about that? Compete about that? Lose my freak about that? Huh, all of the above I wanna punch the mirror To make her see that this won't last It might bring months of bad luck But what if it's just broken glass? I spent my summer getting lost in math Making weight took all I had Won't outrun her if you don't hit back It's just broken glass I'm scared to quit Loosen my grip It's tough to admit Just how much I get from it When I cry myself to sleep about that Cheat about that Get in too deep about that When I sweat hours a week about that Compete about that Let her treat me like that I think that it's love I wanna punch the mirror To make her see that this won't last It might bring months of bad luck But what if it's just broken glass? I spent my summer getting lost in math Making weight took all I had Won't outrun her if you don't hit back It's just broken glass (Keep the faith) broken glass (Same mistakes) (Just a phase) broken glass (Just a phase) I wanna punch the mirror To make her see that this won't last It might bring months of bad luck But what if it's just broken glass? I spent my summer getting lost in math Making weight takes all you had Won't outrun her if you don't hit back It's just broken glass